Meghan: A Sweet Scottish Medieval Romance - Plot & Excerpts
If he were countryman, she had some chance, at least, of gaining his support. If he were an English toad, then she was simply out of luck. It was impossible to tell by his manner of speech as he spoke like an Englishman, with only the merest trace of a brogue. “Are you a Scotsman, sir?” she asked, meeting his gaze as she approached the table. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin. He cocked his head at her in puzzlement. “Aye,” he answered, casting Lyon a wary glance. “Why do you ask, lass?” “Verra good,” Meghan exclaimed. “Because I wish to go home.” The man turned to Lyon, looking all the more confused by her vehement demand. “What is this?” he asked. “What does she mean, Lyon?” “Uh,” was all Lyon Montgomerie could think to say. Meghan turned to glare at him, and was pleased to see that he had the decency to flush at the prospect of an explanation.
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